Christmas fairy tale: Going home

Going home for Christmas

The lonely walker feels that home shouldn’t be far anymore. A full moon just like 2000 years ago has scattered silver and snow diamonds all over the frozen trees and along the path. The lonely walker does not feel tiredness or exhaustion. The warm flavor of freshly baked bread and pies will be mixing together with the adorable scent of Christmas tree, and that is a dream to come true for somebody who hasn’t had eaten home-cooked meal for quite a while. He has a small gift for everybody, it wasn’t much he could buy, but he is full of hope that the gift of love should be enough for everyone.

Shadows stretch across the road and fade away in the distance. The sky is covered with black velvet and large stars appear on it like golden distant sparkles from eternity. Hardly any wind disturbs the frozen landscape, it is the silent night and everybody who has a home is trying to be there by now.

Candles are everywhere and their flames whisper: it is so peaceful and magic, and the shine in our eyes, the sparkles in the tree, the shimmering of stars in the sky confirm: there is no other miracle possible and needed. Lights are in every window, on any porch and the sounds of Christmas songs are flattering in the crisp air.

The lonely walker rushes his steps, although, the snow is deep and it can be quite tricky to get over some snowdrifts. He isn’t angry about the small obstacles on his way home. He knows he is getting closer and closer with every step, and the roof top should become visible just behind the next bend. A dog is barking somewhere from the darkness, some metal gate opens and closes, sounds vibrate far away and make one long even more for being in the safety and calm of his own home.

Just along the old apple trees, just five steps up onto the porch, and the door opens. For a moment he is blinded by all the warm and bright coziness of the inside, and it smells ever so good in here! Hugs follow hugs, and there is nothing like returning home for a lonely walker through the night.

Yet, one from the distance is watching these smiles and kisses and listening to laughs, and he is aware they don’t know how carefully and softly he is holding their every move in his welcoming and forgiving hand. The one who shines the light through the deepest night.

 

Going home for Christmas

18 thoughts on “Christmas fairy tale: Going home

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    1. Inese Poga Art plus Life

      Thanks Wendy! We can be very sure that somebody is always watching over us and some hand is always catching up us when we fall.
      Merry, light and peaceful Christmas to you and your dear family! You are such a support and encouragement for me in difficult times! I hope we meet in person some time in the future, it would be so nice! Have a wonderful, rich, healthy and creative 2017!

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  2. Enchanting and inspirational story! And I was transported back to my old home, where Christmas was just like that with “scattered silver and snow diamonds all over the frozen trees”. Oh and the scent of the Christmas tree, unforgettable. Stunning photos too. Merry Christmas, Inese.

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    1. Inese Poga Art plus Life

      Thanks so much Irina! I have hard times directing somebody to this secondary blog which is so unfortunate because this blog is not worse than the primary art blog. Therefore, I’m very thankful you followed the link and read the story.
      I had my old rural home in mind, too. I was about 5 years old that time, we moved to a small town later. I exactly described the path to this old house and the walker may have been my dad who is long time gone to better places now.
      Merry Christmas and very creative, healthy and happy 2017 to you!

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      1. Inese Poga Art plus Life

        Thanks Irina! Such comments certainly inspire. I have a lot of stories in Latvian, but it’s time to switch to English also in writing. Well, it’s not an extremely smooth process because I feel I am lacking the finest shades of something which I would like to apply, but I’m working on it.
        Happy 2017!

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  3. Hello Inese!

    I saw your comment on Beauty Beyond Bones’ post about home and thought I would come look at your site. I’m so glad that I did!

    What a great story this is! I look forward to reading more of your posts and looking at your photos.

    Have a Very Merry Christmas! 🙂

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    1. Inese Poga Art plus Life

      Thanks Timi! I appreciate everybody who reads posts, and since this is a secondary blog, it’s difficult to get somebody to notice it.
      I’m glad you had time to check it out and I love your comment.
      I wish you also merry and peaceful Christmas!

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    1. Inese Poga Art plus Life

      Thanks Lavinia! I appreciate your kind comment. I started this tradition to write a Christmas story many years ago, and I have written quite many in Latvian. This is the first one in English. My vocabulary is certainly not that rich as it is in my native language, Latvian, but still, I believe I achieved something fairly good which makes people experience what I feel.

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  4. Anonymous

    Beautiful story – so fitting as these days people need to focus allot more on the light and not the dark and your storey brings forward the loneliness people feel in the midst of surroundings of total beauty in nature and in the midst of beautiful people.

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    1. Inese Poga Art plus Life

      Thanks so much Liz! That’s a wonderful, warm comment! You’ve got and understood exactly what was meant with this story! That means, I’ve done something good with it and that makes me happy! Have a happy, healthy, rich and creative 2017!

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